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packa benson - fags lyrics

[verse 1: packa benson]
you don’t know what you talkin’ bout b_tch
suck my d_ck, shut your f_cking mouth b_tch
smoking on the kush got cotton mouth b_tch
don’t step to me cause i don’t talk it out b_tch
smoking a bowl, i’m smoking crystal
run on me with a pistol
shoot you in the d_ck, no more kids for you
got a fake id, i’m not 22
if you wanna make a move you should know i’m ready to
i k!lled a kid for no reason and he was barely two
stab a motherf_cker with a big ass manchette fool
yeah i got the rhymes for days
i am not a fan of the g_ys
smokin’ weed i’m f_cking stoned
i’m stoned to the bone
chief the keef i’m f_cking blazed
took one eddie i’m high for days
ash in the floor and no ash trays
boutta empty like a bag of lays
outside all day like we was strays
i don’t care where i go as long as i get paid
my parents hoping that i would change
but they should know i can’t change my ways
yeah i’m incapable, all the vapes i’ve vaped them all
i’ve been high on fentanyl, all these rappers identical
drugs, i got plenty full
i take anything i get in my lungs as chemicals
call an ambulance medical
shoot you in the t_st_cl_s
in my dreams i’m incredible, but that’s not hypothetical
i got dreams of being the goat
all of these snitches i got in the scope
you touchin’ kids, i call you the pope
you die on the table, we callin’ you soap
i die and the drugs be havin’ a stroke
i be smokin’ f_gs and k!llin’ f_gs
cause i’m a h0m_phobe, hah
[verse 2: 25bag]
25bag
oh yeah
yo this beat go fire right now
oh sh_t
shout out fony wallace
uh, yeah
uh huh yeah yeah
ruler
uh, yeah
uh
uh, yeah
uh
this beat taking me back to the good old days
ripping bowls and breaking f_cking plates
call me logan cause i’m in the woods
smokin’ woods with tom woods in the f_cking woods
what you talkin’ bout b_tch
i run the place like stan stan smith
richer with the gack, now now switch
like the boys in the v93, we steal steal from that f_cking snitch
chugga chugga pig pots in pods with nic pods with a 29 millimeter i’m calling the f_cking shots
i grab your turtle neck, send you back to the sewer
call up the gang get him out the sewer
call him back, call him out
uh, yeah
if a f_g step up i’ma hit ’em with a f_cking skewer
call the gang up, they’re back in the skewer
uh
yeah you know you’re nothin but a pipsqueak g
i be breaking everyone’s neck like i’m pj lucy
i’m in the woods like i’m playing call of duty
i’m rick sanchez, you’re nothing but a f_cking morty
like budweiser i’m not growing wiser
grass growing, leaf blowing, green pack pastor
you won’t be stealing my cut like lester
if you wanna say something to my face you b_st_rd

- packa benson lyrics

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